This is the end of him,
Here he lies;
My greatest love, my greatest enemy.
Out of the night that covers me,
There he lies and dies.
Then suddenly one night,
My dead love came to me and said:
'Thy beauty haunts my heart and soul;
Your emerald eyes and hair black as coal.'
When in the mines of dark and silent thought,
He continued to speak to me:
'Saints have adored the lofty soul of you,
And I'll love you 'til the end of time, too.'
Very good poem, congratulation. I invite you to go through my poems for you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I appreciate that, thank you! And I would be happy to read your poems! :)